The Same

Chapter 2

{April's POV}

"Wait! Sam!" I called desperately after him. But he didn't seem to hear me as he raced out of the cafeteria.

I plopped back down on my seat in frustration.

I said too much. I shouldn't have even brought it up. I'm an idiot. If course he wouldn't want to tell me why he moved here!

The loud ring of the bell signaled the students to head to their next class, but it sound muffled despite its volume. The students rushing every which way looked blurry, despite the amount of them.

Had I just lost the only friend I've made here?

I told myself to forget about Sam for the moment so I could find my next class. But I soon found it impossible as I raced through the hallways searching for room 125. The cafeteria was in the 100s, so how did I end up in the 300s?

"This school is so confusing," I thought to myself as I half walked half ran back in the other direction.

Room 120, room 122, room 124, room 126, room-wait.

I spun around to find room 125, Mrs. Olpidunski's science class right in front of me. I raced in just before the bell rang. Whew, right on time.

The teacher, obviously flustered, buzzed around the room welcoming her students, even though most of them-well, all of them except for me-was already there.

"Okay, class, take your seats." More buzzing. This lady was out of control. Didn't she see the whole class was already seated?

She peered at me over her glasses. Oh, right. Me.

I surveyed the room for an empty seat, but the only one was next to a brown haired boy I seemed to recognize. Weird. I've only met one person here.

But when he turned around, it instantly hit me like a ton of bricks.

I saw his face turn pink, and I'm sure mine was doing the same as I finally took my seat.

My heart was beating fast, and I found myself twirling my hair around my fingers without realizing it.

Trying to avoid eye contact with him, I kept my eyes on Mrs. Olpajabwjski or whatever her name was. I instantly hated her. She talked like she was holding her nose and had just sucked on a helium balloon. She blinked too much too. But she was something to look at besides Sam.

I quickly realized I didn't need to listen to what she was saying, and found my mind wandering back to the adorable, freckled boy sitting next to me.

I started one of my way too common chats with myself that I had when I knew I had done something wrong.

Why did I bring it up? Because I was afraid he would ask me. Why was I afraid? Because I need time to think about excuses. Why couldn't I tell him the truth? Because usually the first thing you want to say when you meet someone isn't "Hi, I'm adopted and I've been to more than 14 foster homes in the 16 years of my life because my parents didn't want a kid and I didn't want parents who weren't really my parents."

Sigh. Why does life have to be so complicated? That, I don't have an answer for.

I realized I had actually forgotten I was in school when Mrs. O buzzed over to me and Sam asking if we had any idears.

"If you look at the graft on the board, you can find a patteren that you might want to share with the classt."

What? Even my 8th foster parents knew there was only one r in pattern! And they barely knew the difference between numbers and letters!

Apparantly, nobody had any idears about Mrs. O's graft on the board, because she must have been on her third lap around the classroom. I would have raised my hand to tell her it was a directly proportional relationship between the distance and time the car was traveling, which mean the car was traveling at a constant velocity of 1 mi/min, but if there's anything I've learned in my multiple schools, it's that nobody likes a genius.

Finally, she just told us the answer, and it turns out I was right. Well.

"I'm going to hand out this worksheet for you to do with your partenrer, just to see what you've already learnt and what I still need to teach you."

Partnerer? Meaning partner? Meaning...Sam?

The room erupted into argument and conversation as soon as Mrs. O had finished handing out the worksheets, but none of that sound was coming from our table.

I decided to break the silence.

"Sam, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have even asked you. I should've known you might not want to tell me. It's just..." I paused to look at him and found that he was staring at his desk trying to hide the tears welling up in his beautiful eyes.

I did this.

"You're the only person I've actually talked to at this school, and I really didn't want to hurt you. I'm so sorry, I know I said too much just please don't be mad at me..."

He still didn't meet my eyes. "I think we should do the worksheet now," was his response.

I felt the ton of bricks that hit me when I first saw Sam at the beginning of class slowly settle on my shoulders.

"Okay," was all I could say under the weight of this amazing friend that I had probably just lost.

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